My laptop is dying a slow, painful death. It's very sad, really. It gives me anywhere from 10 seconds to about 10 minutes of use before it goes black with absolutely no warning or provocation. There's no computer repair money in the budget right now, ("Yes, ma'am, I'll look at your computer, but it costs at least $127 to glance in its direction, and we charge by the blink.) and I'm pretty sure I'll go into a deep state of mourning when it does actually kick the bucket. Stupid technology.
My second grader's spelling words are harder than the third grader's. Strange.
Does anyone else hate school fundraisers as much as I do? The kids come home from school completely hyped up about prizes, prizes, prizes they can win from selling crappy wrapping paper/overpriced chocolates/collecting walk-a-thon pledges from everyone they know, and immediately start begging to sell/collect/whatever. What they don't get, (and the lovely fundraising people neglect to tell them) is that everyone else they know is also selling crappy wrapping paper/overpriced chocolates/collecting walk-a-thon pledges, making the whole thing an excercise in fultilty. You then proceed to try to explain this to your child, whereupon they collapse in a puddle of tears, proclaiming that they're going to DIE if they don't earn enough money to get the free donut coupon and the package of Silly Bands. Am I a bad mom if I ignore the fundraiser and buy the kiddos a donut and a packet of silly bands?
And while we're on the subject of silly bands, seriously? File that under the "Ideas I should have had so I could make a million dollars and retire" category. Sheesh. I have at least one in depth conversation about silly bands with a child or violin student at least once a day. On the bright side, the morning routine is running a lot more smoothly with the added
I went to Babies R Us yesterday, and spent entirely too much time ooh-ing and ahh-ing over every baby supply imaginable. You would think that this being my fourth baby that I would be immune to all the tiny cuteness and matching absolutely everything. (Don't you know you're a bad mom if your baby's bib doesn't match her crib bedding? Don't you need to spend an entire's months' salary so that your newborn can have a crib that she can take to college with her?) I think there's something in the pregnancy hormones that make you completely hypnotized by impossibly tiny socks in all the colors of the rainbow. I escaped with my checking account relatively unscathed, although I do admit to buying two little tiny newborn outfits- one with baseballs, and one with seriously cute pink flowers- that will fit the new baby whoever he or she is for approximately 2.3 minutes before they grow out of it. But every baby needs something new to come home from the hospital in, right?
Speaking of babies, I have given this baby official notice that he or she has exactly 38 weeks to gestate and that's all. None of this 40 or 42 weeks crap. My pregnancies have gotten progressively shorter, so I've decided 38 weeks is about right. The funny part is 38 weeks puts me right about Thanksgiving Day. Not a bad day to have a baby, right? So 38 weeks it is. Think it'll work? (It'll take a miracle.) (Bonus points and my everlasting admiration if you get the movie reference.)
Speaking of babies, again, (you would think I was an obsessed pregnant woman or something!) I have an ultrasound next week to check baby's skull sutures and monitor the marginal previa. I'm still dying to know boy or girl. I wondering if it would be so bad to ask them to take a quick peek? I could just keep it a secret from my husband and everyone I know for the next two months, right?
Max is officially obsessed with the iPhone. Frustratingly so. In fact, in his nearly two-year-old brain, I am not even allowed to talk on it, because it is his phone. So if you are brave enough to call me, be prepared for a lot of toddler
Because it's important to always be fashionable, even in the bathtub.